v. to find healing by process of forming scars
i was like a fragile ornament,
i caught everyone's attention, mostly yours.
no one dared to come closer,
afraid that i might break any second.
there is no rule and you knew it,
so you closed our distance
and touched me, with those flawed hands of yours;
i've heard you like breaking things,
but i loved the feeling i was in nonetheless.
i closed my eyes and started to dream,
only to feel myself falling
not for you,
but all the way down.
someone picked me up,
tried to put my pieces back together.
i was whole again
but never the same.
and i hope that someday
i'll be as good as new again,
when these scars and cracks become a part of me,
i will heal.